Football, the beautiful game, is one of the few games (only?) in Nepal that has been ‘beautiful’ both by earning and career. There has been many instances of players from other sports decamping their team and hiding in foreign soil during their foreign tour in order to work and earn more than they could with their games in Nepal.

It’s often blamed that low pay and little incentives are the major causes of poor performance of Nepali athletes in international stages as they’re said to struggle to make a living with their meager sporting earning.

But, this doesn’t apply to football. No football player has ever run away.

It’s because football ensures you a good amount of cash (yes, that’s crucial for living) if you’re with good clubs. And, there are already many such clubs both from A and B divisions and even from C etc. Playing from reputed clubs in Nepal makes you at least a millionaire within a few years. Sponsorships, advertisements, chances to play from foreign clubs etc. are some rare advantages for a football player (from any division) to cash in on.

So, despite making the handsome money that athletes of other sports can only dream of, why those f**king footballers are not performing better?

The recent ignominious defeat of Nepali football team from the Jordanians ( 0 –9) speaks something of players’ side, not of so called less training time, foreign pitch or the state’s apathy towards its sporting sector.

That is, those squad of players are entirely responsible for this humiliating defeat. They deserve punishment. Yes, they do for their deed of national humiliation. No more ‘white elephants’.

Punish them. Then, get them retired. Hire entirely a new squad of aspiring footballers. Give them little incentives and pay so they could barely make a living. May be this could help a little in future.

STOP funding the state money for the football and ANFA. Fund instead on other sports which are ‘neglected’ or poorly attended. Nepal may well keep its pride at least unhurt if not upheld with those games in international arenas in future!

While I’m bed-ridden because of this goddamn flu, this beautiful Dohori song from Yam Bahadur Chhetri and Bishnu Majhi is kind of soothing me. Yeah, I’m quite enjoying this great composition even as I’m writhing on the bed. I first listened this song in Kathmandu (I had made a jaunt there a week ago), since then I’ve been admiring the composition from Yam Bahadur Chhetri. Bishnu Majhi has yet again proved her artistry on singing.

The chorus in this song invokes the gone days when there were a lot of ‘Chautaris’ in the villages, towns and the countryside. Pipal, Bar and Sami were the only trees planted on Chautaris for shade. Now the uncontrolled road construction and other construction works elsewhere have destroyed much of such ancestral monuments.

This song ‘शीतल दिने पीपल शमी छ’ can be searched elsewhere on the web. I’ve also uploaded a clip of this song to my Windows Live Skydrive site.

What Maoist honcho Prachanda may have been thinking seeing all those developments that led to his ignominious fall?

I call it ‘the untimely death’ of him. May be he’s alive, but the most (publicly) anticipated self of him is already dead. I don’t think this has-been will ever recoup the lost adulation. So long Prachanda!

Wait…!

He’s good at least on one thing: that is, he’s a good speech giver. He has such capacity to keep audiences enthralled. (Baburam Bhattarai is short of this ‘talent’.)

Here goes the BEST Prachanda speech which he delivered on Baisakh 26, 2066 (May 8, 2010) after the involuntary deferral of six days-long general strike.

[Man, this Windows Live Skydrive thing is crazy. Why doesn’t it provide a direct download link to any file?]

OK, requited love also is not enough to sustain a long-term relationship.

Unrequited love is just worse. Actually the worst. Yeah, I have been through this nightmare. And, the pain of such unrequited love is, no exaggeration, dead unfathomable.

While scavenging the forgiven past within this blog some days ago, I couldn’t help myself from being overcome with the utter pain and devastation expressed in those old entries by a poor bloke, yes that’s me. I nearly cried. Actually, everyone will, at the depiction of such dead sadness.

Things are much better now. Love is not unrequited anymore. But, the past memories don’t easily trail off, do they? Once you’re chased after, you can’t keep yourself from not being haunted thereafter no matter where/how you are!